There had been a time, Treat was sure, when 'freak' had been exclusively an insult. Clearly, it wasn't the case anymore. That almost made him feel old. Almost, because Treat was fully aware he was at the prime of his life. He rubbed the side of his face, where his five o'clock shadow had since then grown even darker.
What Kenna said next, though, made Treat consider buy parenting books. She had things to teach him? Him? He was an unrepentant playboy who lived life by his own rules and had a different woman as often as he...oh, who the hell was he kidding? That had been his life before he moved to Scarlet Oak and let a cougar climb into the back of his rental car. Before bombings and vampire hits. Nowadays, he was a fuddy-duddy estate lawyer who worked with old people on their wills, adopted a teenager from Scotland, and whose idea of a good time was to not get into an argument with Tanith. Well, if Kenna's plan this evening was to depress the hell out of him, she'd succeeded. "Uh-huh. Bed. Scoot."